I woke up this morning by the new alarm sound I dowloaded to my phone, ocean waves. It annoyed me just as much, maybe even a bit more because it took a while to figure what that weird sound was. I was a bit cranky when I got up to take Achilles out. He did his thing, we came in for our morning routine, he eats, I make coffee, then we both go back upstairs, I write, he sleeps. But our perfect morning was disturbed, which happens often, by him getting sick. He has diverticulitis of the esophagus and it’s hard for him to keep food down, so sometimes, I gotta do some cleaning. Well today it was our bedroom rug that needed to be cleaned, an extra half hour than wiping the hardwood floor. But more than bothering me to have to do a task before I even get to drink my tea or coffee (lately I have been mixing both), I always feel so bad for him. He feels bad too, I can tell. I cleaned up, heated my drink on the microwave and climbed back to bed with my notebook to write my morning pages. It was fine, the day got back on track. But really, I wonder, how easy it is to let life derail us from our habits, paths or routines. On a daily basis we must fight to stay on. I have been telling myself, ok, I see this new task, I will finish it and get right back on my schedule. But it’s not easy. Not even in the morning when I have the most focus. But it must happen. I have been making progress with my novel, I’m still at 35,000 words, but I’m happy with it so far. Sometimes I wonder if it’s best to ditch the blog and my morning pages and just focus on the book. I would finish it sooner, but I also think it wouldn’t be as good, it’s like after 30 minutes of writing the quality goes down, I start to force it. I don’t now. I also like the freshness of morning pages, eliminating all the junk of my brain and the blog, well, I still like writing here too. One day I hope to have more time for my writing and spend less worrying about getting paid for my art.
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